Chapter 1352 Dad, I'm Sorry

Xiaocha came to deliver the meal, but the door was not closed, afraid of disturbing the sleeping little guy, she hesitated for a while, then walked in without knocking.

Walking in, I saw Jun Moyan sitting quietly beside the bed, with his head down, motionless, and Xiaocha suddenly stopped in his tracks.

In the end, she didn't bother to step forward, put the food on the porch cabinet at the door of the room, and left quietly.

As the night deepened, Wuyuan became quiet, except for the patrolling bodyguards and gate guards, everyone seemed to have fallen asleep.

Jun Moyan still sat there, not moving.

He seemed to have lost his vitality, his whole body looked lifeless, and it took a long time for him to blink his eyelashes.

The food was already cold, and the tears on the back of his hand grew one after another.

He just sat there until dawn.

All night, he didn't make a sound, but the sadness and loneliness were so strong.

The little guy has always been very well-behaved, sensible and obedient. I don’t know when it started. He knew that if he mentioned his mother and father, he would get angry and feel bad, so he didn’t mention it in a sensible way, and only secretly took pictures of his mother. Look, even if he is found out and murdered, he will not clamor for his mother.

Because he knew that his father wanted his mother back just like him, and he knew that every time he mentioned his mother, his father would not only be angry, but also sad, sad, and he could feel it.

Yesterday he cried and clamored that he wanted his mother, and that it was the first time that his father lied to others.

The little guy climbed off the bed, put on his shoes, and after seeing Jun Moyan in the room, holding back his tears, he walked to the back of the door and stood in the corner behind the door.

He stood in the corner with his head down, raising his little hand from time to time to see the movement, and he was wiping tears.

After taking a shower, Jun Moyan finished dressing and went to the little guy's room to see if he was awake.

He opened the door softly and walked into the room, but saw that the little guy was no longer on the bed.

He seemed to have noticed something, and immediately turned around to look behind the door, and sure enough, he saw the little guy with his back turned to him, standing quietly in the corner behind the door.

Jun Moyan's heart ached suddenly, and he blamed himself and felt guilty.

He walked over, slowly squatted down, reached out and grabbed the little guy's shoulders, and slowly turned him around.

"...An An?"

There was a pain in his throat, and his words became difficult.

The little guy turned around, and his slightly red and swollen eyes from crying last night slowly turned red again, with tears rolling down his face.

"……dad."

The little guy grabbed his two little hands, looked at Jun Moyan with a face of doing something wrong, and said "father" in a childish voice with tears in his voice.

The red eye sockets and red little nose, together with the pitiful look of aggrieved and flat mouth, make people's heart ache.

The longer he grows, the more he looks like Jun Moyan's little guy, and only at this time and with this appearance will he look like Wen Xiaoai.

"I'm sorry..." he said to Jun Moyan.

Jun Moyan's heart shook violently, and his entire chest hurt. This sentence of "I'm sorry" was too condemning and tortured him, it was clearly torture.

He reached out to touch the little guy's face, full of self-blame and guilt, he looked at the little guy, his throat was so sore that he couldn't speak for a moment.

"...An An doesn't need to say sorry to Dad. An An didn't do anything wrong. She doesn't need to be punished. It's Dad's fault."

Hearing what he said, the little guy couldn't hold back his tears, and several tears fell down.

He stepped forward, put his arms around Jun Moyan's neck, and sobbed in pain and self-blame.

He was blaming himself for losing his temper with his father yesterday, and while feeling sorry for his father, he also felt uncomfortable.